1 Life is but a span in the measure of years,
Fraught with many fears,
Laughter, sigh and tears;
Thro’ it all our God still is waiting to bless
Even in a wilderness.
Feasting on manna from heav’n sent down,
Blessings like dew are falling.
Holding communion with the saints of God,
List’ning when His voice to me is calling;
Drinking of water that satisfies,
Resting when day is done,
Thankful for all a loving God supplies,
Contented I journey on.
2 Let me but abide in a cottage or tent,
With what God has sent,
I shall be content,
Knowing that a loud or a pillar of fire
Leads unto my soul’s desire. [Refrain]
3 Let me travel on, for there cometh a day,
God shall show the way,
When my soul shall stay,
Though it be a road that no other has trod,
It must lead at last to God. [Refrain]
Charles Austin Miles (1868-1946)
Born: January 7, 1868, Lakehurst, New Jersey.
Died: March 10, 1946, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Buried: Hillcrest Memorial Park, Sewell, New Jersey.
Pseudonym: A. A. Payn.
Miles attended the Philadelphia College of Pharmacy and the University of Pennsylvania. In 1892, he abandoned his career as a pharmacist and wrote his first Gospel song, “List ’Tis Jesus’ Voice” which was published by the Hall-Mack Company. He served as editor and manager at the Hall-Mack publishers for 37 years. In his own words:
It is as a writer of gospel songs I am proud to be known, for in that way I may be of the most… Go to person page >